From: J.Howard Kuehn <GARFIELD007@worldnet.att.net> Subject: [PW!][CANYON]This hurts! Date: Sunday, June 13, 1999 1:03 PM Recap: Last time we saw James, he was crash-landing straight into Grandpa Canyon! The ground was getting larger and larger by the second as The Quicksilver speeded towards it's final resting place. "How could this have happened?" James wanted answers, and he started screaming at the pilot. "There is a malfuntion in the engine room!" "I'll go check that out, and succeed with a one in a million chance of getting it right, while you stay here and wait while the plane keeps on falling seemingly forever, ok?" "Yes sir!" "Psycho, your with me" James had succeded in ignoring his Abra the entire trip to the Canyon, but now he might actually be needed. They quickly headed to the engine room, the door of which was wide open. Thick black smoke made it unbearable to breath, and even harder to see. "Hmm seems strange and very coincidental..." Walking inside, James managed to see a new recruit. She was wearing a gas mask and holding a tool of some kind. "Ensign! What are you doing in there?" "I'm ummm fixing this, it should make The Quicksilver stay in the air, and save us all! She moved her hand quickly, and shortly after James heard a large metalic clank, as if two objects had colided. <<She's not getting the job done, I must do it by telekenesis>> Wrenchs, screwdrivers, hammers, pliers, and all sorts of tools starting floating by themselves, with a purple glow surrounding them. They moved at lightning quick speed, it looked like a purple glow was being ommited from the engine room. <<Done>> The Abra stated, after collapsing to the floor. The downward movement of the ship suddenly stoped, and all was well for a while. "Good job little buddy. Ensign get out of there" "Yes...sir" The blond-haired woman walked out of the engine room. The intense smoke from the fire covered her face with black splotches. The end of a silver object was visible from her right pant pocket. "Whats that in your pocket?" Immediatly, she covered the object with her hand. "It's.. nothing! Just a tool! "Ok, i think we should land the plane now. With all of the evidence that i have seen that makes you look guilty of sabotage, I will overlook that all together very idioticly!" -------------------------- The dry air of the desert was uncomterable for James. He was used to the cool breeze of the ocean always on his body. Only the sky made him remember of Cinnibar Island, his home town, and thats where even more trouble started... "Sir! Up there!" The pilot pointed to a Helicopter crashing. James gasped. "It's ATR!" ------------------------- The helicopter crashed a mile away, and James reached it a few minutes after it had. The helicopters cockpit was compacted and covered with blood. The pilot, or at least his body, wasn't even visible. The back of the helicopter was in better shape, not by much. Hanging out of the side was a body, covered in blood and near dead. "Raven!" TBC! -James Can anyone guess what movie i was immitating at the begining? COMMENTS PLEASE!